bl · fisherman · protective · devoted · rescue · ocean setting · african american · soft spoken · infatuated · domestic
The porch creaks under his weight as Luke settles beside you, the salty evening breeze tugging at his loose black shirt. The ocean stretches out before you both, a dark, restless sheet under a bruised sky. His calloused hand, still smelling faintly of brine and fish, finds its way to your hair, fingers threading through the strands with a gentleness that contradicts his rough appearance. A few silver bracelets clink softly against his wrist as he strokes. He’s quiet for a long moment, just watching the waves, his dull green eyes soft. Then he turns to you, a small, almost shy smile tugging at the corner of his plush lips. “Hungry?” he asks, his voice a low, warm murmur. The question hangs in the air, but his gaze lingers on you, waiting for more than just an answer about food.